Dolan and Damon the Skaters Become Erik the Goth and Whitey the Basketball Jock By kooldoggie
Once again, the memory of their mission to find Keoni the chill surferdude faded as the boys who had been his fellow surfers and lovers Skyler and Max settled into their new lives as athletic, cool-as-fuck skaters. They now lived at the same house in the Valley once occupied by Ryder and Justin when they had been 70's style skaters, but Dolan and Damon were definitely more present-day, though their level of chill was extreme.
Everyone at the house loved brunette longhair Dolan, whose barefoot style of skateboarding was awesome, his long, tanned toes gripping the board expertly as he careened off the sides of the drained swimming pool. His dark bangs fell out of his backwards worn cap to sweep across ice-blue eyes that stunned everyone who looked into their depths, and his face was both cute and rugged, the beginnings of a wispy goatee on his chin. He was tall but looked solid and formidable, his black tanktop tight against his chest, his muscular thighs and calves flexing as he maneuvered the board across the concrete.
Damon, on the other hand, who once had been twinkish surfer Max, was a bit more of a goofy stoner skater now, also well-loved by his housemates, but maybe more for his sense of humor and his ability to make sure everyone had a good time. He stood tall and rangy, usually shirtless, showing off firm, small muscles, a ring piercing one nipple. His face under that shaggy yellow hair kept back with a sideways angled cap was quite pretty but juvenile-looking, his mouth hanging slightly open to show off his braces, freckles splashed across smooth cheeks and pert nose just under soft, brown eyes. And he could hook anyone up with the best weed in town!
Both boys had just concluded an awesome day of skating outside, and they came into the house to find the basketball jocks were once again having a party just before their newest set of away games. And once again Tanner was there, the 6'8" jock glancing toward cute Damon as he came in to grab a beer and join the crowd. Tanner had no more memory of the cute little longhaired skater he had seduced into becoming powerful jock Zach, but Damon was close enough to his type to get Tanner's basketball shorts tented. He needed to talk to the chill dude, and Tanner wore his best fuck-me-now grin, sitting next to the shirtless blonde and pressing his own bare chest up against the skater.
Damon grew nervous and turned on next to the masculine jock, his slight chest heaving, an itching starting in the light, flat pecs. Unaware that the change already had started, he gulped down a beer, hoping it would calm him down, but the big basketballer's hand was massaging his slender shoulders, as Tanner said, "You wanna come upstairs, dude?" Damon found he couldn't resist, and he took the big hand the jock offered, following him up the stairs.
Dolan, grabbing a beer for himself in the kitchen, missed the quick exchange as he glanced around to find his boyfriend gone. "Where are you, dude?" he piped up huskily, catching just a fleeting glimpse of the two gliding upstairs. Angered, Dolan set aside his skateboard and padded on his big bare feet up to the bedrooms, only to have his ears accosted by the sounds of a weird, darkly melodic band emanating from the room of their newest roommate Brandon. Brandon was just passing through and had taken the room because it was cheap, and he in no way fit in with the sportier types in the house, being a total goth, into white makeup, eyeliner, dyed hair and piercings. Dolan tried at all costs to avoid the weirdo, but now the music called to him, and he found himself distracted, a moment later in Brandon's room, which was kept dark, the windows shut and boarded, candles illuminating the highly shadowed interior. Dolan felt cold here, and he caressed his bare, pumped-up tanned arms. Brandon was cute, however, the 22 year-old goth tall and rangy, looking at the skater with sultry pale blue eyes outlined in black, shaded by black and purple bangs. Brandon's slender, delicate white hand patted the bed beside him, and Dolan found he couldn't resist, going to sit beside the roommate.
Meanwhile, Tanner had taken Damon into the same bedroom where he had changed Ryder, and he was mauling his newest conquest, causing young Damon to groan, the change kicking in hard. "Ohh, duuuude," groaned the stoner skater, his resistance withering as his chest itched like mad, the tight, flat pecs beginning to pump up, the nipple ring coming loose. Tanner pushed the cute skater onto the bed, licking up that ripped but small torso, finding the ring came loose into his mouth as he sucked on it, but he didn't think this anything unusual. He spat it out and continued kissing and licking the chest, which he failed to notice was steadily growing more pumped, harder and bigger.
Damon began to tremble violently, a surge of extreme testosterone charging through him, infusing him with competitive, aggressive jock energies. His stoner haze evaporated in its wake, as his soft, brown eyes instantly glowed as they changed color to a bright, sharp blue, full of life and keen intelligence, but very little chill energy as he was increasingly becoming a no-nonsense, focused athlete. Damon groaned again, feeling his bones stretching, the need to become much taller now paramount. His feet, feeling very much confined, kicked off the skater shoes as the toes cracked, growing longer, the ligaments in the feet thicker. The legs were becoming powerful, the calves much more pumped as the tiny blonde hairs pushed out a little more, becoming more of a pelt on his legs with the increased testosterone. As he lengthened, Damon's cute face grew longer, the cheekbones more pronounced, the braces falling off his teeth, which were now naturally straight and bright, white chompers. His dark brows turned as blonde as his hair, which was pulling into his skull, the shaggy stoner cut becoming very much the short, buzzed cut of a total athlete, growing a little blonder as well, nearly white. After all, he was known as Whitey, his once tanned skin quite a bit paler now, although he vaguely remembered his birth name as Duane. While the hair was now buzzed on the sides and back, a bit of length was left on top, where it stiffened into an inch-tall spiky flattop.
His body had lengthened to 6'6", eight inches taller than Damon had been, but still a couple of inches shorter than Tanner, the ponytailed brunette still lavishing attention on Whitey's smooth, chiseled cheeks. The new baller groaned with deeper, more aggressive tones, his own larger hands massaging Tanner's broad back, as he pushed off the skater shorts, now way too small and tight on his thick, bulging thighs. A long, thick 10 inches of cock flopped out, pale as the rest of him, crowned with wispy white-blonde hairs that trailed up to the shallow navel, the stomach carved into a hard, strong eight-pack. The pecs were now blown up to round, chiseled and hard-as-stone plates, powerful Whitey dominating his team with his muscular presence and hard-rocking energy on the court. The once skinny arms were pumped up to 18 inches of pure, veiny power. The two jocks really got into it now, again teammates and lovers, aggressive Duane ready to flip over young Tanner and take his assÉ
Meanwhile, Dolan had undergone his own change, his skater energy unable to withstand the dark, mysterious vibes of Brandon's otherworldly power. The goth music, so mournful and bleak, made his own muscles tremble as they began diminishing, unnecessary for a life spent mostly in the dark, listening to music, smoking, taking drugsÉ The flesh paled, becoming as ghostly white as Brandon's, while the thick, brown waves of hair darkened to a jet black, growing a bit thicker and longer, hitting his shoulders but also molding into stiff hairsprayed spikes around his face, quite a bit threatening to anyone who dared to get close to him. The blue eyes didn't change much, growing just a bit paler and more glowing, a bit larger as well, dark circles and eyeliner appearing around them as the face thinned and became a bit more slender and boney, but still delicately cute. The red lips were puffy and bow-like, and when he opened his mouth, you could see the incisors had been sharpened into vampire teeth. Spider web tattoos travelled across the thin, pale arms and chest, running up almost to the longer, delicate white hands with long nails polished black. Erik, as he now thought of himself, gazed down at the foreign hands with those otherworldly aqua eyes, the pupils narrow, the eyelashes now long and dark, witnessing a long, black vinyl jacket take form, covering up his arms and the black tank top, which had morphed into a fishnet shirt a bit similar to the one Spike had worn a couple of incarnations ago. Silver necklaces with pentagrams, skulls and bats encircled his graceful white neck, a few bracelets as well, as a thick silver studded belt embraced the narrow waist of a more stretched out form, now 6'4", nearly four inches taller than skater Dolan, but about thirty pounds lighter, boney and emaciated. The once baggy shorts became tight leather pants embracing the much longer, narrow, thin legs, much less flesh showing than the skater would have liked, but then there was no muscle to show off now. The pants disappeared into silver-buckled boots, nearly knee-high, that had wrapped around the once tanned, bare feet, which showed for only a moment as now narrow, pale, with black-polished nails, before vanishing into the footwear. Erik blinked, his black-outlined eyes staring into Brandon's, his new lover's eyes, before he drew in his red lips for a kiss. It all had come back to him now, the perfectly morbid, goth life they led, the tanned, athletic skater who had entered now all forgotten.
Some time later, Tanner, holding hands with the tall, studly fellow b-baller that had come to birth in the neighboring room, passed down the hallway, taking his lover downstairs to chill with the rest of the team over some more beers. Both of them smirked as they heard the abominable music of the weird goths, and they peered in at the vampiric, ludicrous-looking boys making out in the candle-lit room. The new jock Whitey was now worlds away from the pale, winnowy goth who once had been his boyfriend, their relationship forgotten for now. The two shirtless jocks, buff and toned, dressed only in sagging b-ball shorts and hightop shoes to show off as much of their hard won muscle as possible, galloped down the stairs boisterously, laughing at the silly scene they just passed.
What would bring the boys back together again, so they could continue their mission to find the boy they both once had loved?